Simon awoke the following morning with the feeling that something had woken him up. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked repeatedly in an attempt to wake up. After a while he finally managed to achieve that task and found his room completely different to how he had left it the night before. The sunlight filtered in through the curtains, making the dust motes dance through the air.

Simon yawned loudly and stretched, getting ready to climb down the bed, but as soon as he moved, he instantly froze. A single strand of hair had fallen onto the pillow. Simon stared at it for a moment, before looking across the...